Service Python Friend

RantWoman has been called to be faithful to her Light. RantWoman will separately specify exactly what Light she is referring to. The details exist in email and need to be edited for blogdom. The point for this post: so there RantWoman was, after a good bit of wavering and considering other routings, being faithful to Light succinctly described as nonviolent presence on public right of way. The day unfolded with a sense RantWoman has felt a time or two before:  "Do NOT care who gets steaming mad. The world will not blow up just because someone is steaming mad. Plus MANY signs RantWoman is called to be faithful." 

Faitfhulness included:

--Answering a question about someone interested in an important new renter and expecting to find more signage than she did. Yes, she was at the right place. Yes, RantWoman knows one part of the schedule but does not know what else may have been added. RantWoman would suggest a dialogue with the renter about signage, if only because many come to the renter's events with their faces in their phones but might very much appreciate some confirmation that they are at the right place even if not the right time.

    You're welcome.

--Getting to greet at least wave at Service Python Friend, definitely someone RantWoman feels ZERO leading to wait around for a memorial to care about!

RantWoman is very fond of Service Python friend, mainly because the concept of a Service Python just makes RantWoman laugh. When the service python first came up in conversation, RantWoman really needed to laugh. Several years down the line, RantWoman still REALLY needs to laugh.

Put python in the search bar and all kinds of things turn up. Like, GOOD LORD RantWoman, you can be kind of Hard to Take. See: the single standard of RantWoman.

In the meantime, A Fairly recent Snake Charmer / Service Python Friend post

It took RantWoman a couple rounds to squinting to figure out who the person getting the walker out of the car was and that the person using the walker was Service Python Friend. (RantWoman realized the most vigilant parking space patroller is unavailable. RantWoman assumes the car has the requisite disabled parking permit, though if one gets out a walker and goes into Meeting, it should be obvious that one needs the handicapped parking place.)   RantWoman is TRULY glad to see both of them, most definitely would have preferred to greet them, and did not really want to brighten their day talking about "only come to memorials ..."
--Several other good and generous conversations.

There. RantWoman will stop for now. RantWoman feels a ferocious tirade coming on. Service Python Friend used to regale RantWoman with the lame excuses he heard in his role as a hearings examiner in county government. Service Python Friend, at least his former self would probably be amused at the tirade. The tirade may yet hit the electrons, but for now RantWoman will, cross fingers everyone, STOP.